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tteokdoroki · 2 months

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happy valentine's day!! thank you so much for your lovely writings ❤️❤️ may i swipe spicy (breeding kink :3) for nagi + ring? thank you again!! i hope i'm doing this right ;-;

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — SEISHIRO NAGI. swipe spicy: bound forever.

about. boom, it’s a match! after a perfect proposal, nagi decides to make you his forever in a more sinful way ( 2.3K ).

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, characters aged up to 20s, established relationships, engagements, light choking, cum play, unprotected sex, breeding kink, pro player!nagi, fem!reader.

・:〃⤥ bumble date, swipe right event !

seishiro nagi is effortlessly good at everything.

with his friends — his aloof charm and easygoing nature is enough to keep them entertained. they don’t find his shy and laidback nature too off-putting or boring. with soccer, his talent is natural — born from nothing but a spark of interest. when he’d first started, nagi was a level above the rest without any of the extra hard work and training…but he’d craved to be better, to win above everyone else. so, at times, soccer was worth the hassle.

and with you, well, being with you was as easy as breathing air.

effortless is exactly the word the white haired striker would use to describe his relationship with you. on good days and bad, you and nagi fit together like perfectly made pieces of a puzzle. there’s something about the way that you love him, that motivates nagi to push himself past his limits. he’s better because of you, wants to be better for you — always. there is no feeling of hassle or tiredness when it comes to making you happy, your laughter fills nagi with life and a passion akin to what he feels whenever he’s on the pitch.

seishiro has no idea what it is about you that made him this way. but what he does know now is that he can’t live with you — the way you smile at him, hold him, love him, kiss him. it’s something he can’t bare to be without now that he’s tasted what it’s like to live life with you by his side. that’s why he finds the courage to propose to you on Valentine’s Day — uncharacteristically serious and nervous as he sinks down onto one knee in the cosy corner of that restaurant you like.

what if you reject him? what if you say no? bringing back the ring would be a hassle but the thought of losing you is even worse…

though, when you realise what’s going on and your eyes light up with such undiluted love and adoration — the words of little speech nagi had prepared for this moment slip from him easily as if he had been born to ask you to marry him. to be with you forever. and now, for the rest of your lives — you will always be his and seishiro nagi will always be yours.

a promise that is commemorated with the biggest and most blinding diamond ring nagi’s hefty soccer player paycheck can buy.

romantic dinner plans were quickly thrown out of the window as soon as your engagement ring took residence on its rightful finger. after ringing up the bill and abandoning your half-finished meals, the both of you find yourselves stumbling home to celebrate the beginning of forever. your movements are frenzied and fuelled by the high of your engagement as you make it over the threshold, hands tugging and tearing at the fancy clothes inconveniently in the way while your lips meet in passionate, ravenous kisses — your tongue running over nagi’s pearly white teeth as he pours hungry moans and love and adoration into you.

“sei—!” you whimper, soft and needy as your back hits the wall behind you. your newfound fiancé uses the entirety of his strength and height to lift you into his arms, wrapping your thighs around his slender waist whilst his hips pin you to the cold surface. lines between love and lust are quickly blurred when the heavy outline of nagi’s dick presses against the treasure hidden between your perfectly plush thighs — your dress pushed up just enough to reveal them to greedy cool-tone grey eyes. “seishiro…mph, i love you…”

“y’love me, angel?” the striker’s entire body trembles with pride at the way you call his name, keening into his closeness and the way that he towers over you. your fingers rake through his silvering hair, the band of your diamond ring icy on the back of his neck as you tug him even closer as though his proximity is not enough. “s’that why you’re gonna marry me? let me…fuck, let me have you forever?” nagi coos his sinfully words quietly, tucking his face into the alcove between your neck and shoulder — kiss swollen lips dragging over your heated flesh and fluffy white lashes fluttering against the spot as well.

you’re so soft, so warm underneath him and nagi can hardly resist the siren’s call of your body — ripe and fresh for the taking, much like the fruit in adam and eve’s garden. he can’t help his innate desire to take you, and it’s just a little bit frustrating.

his dick pulsates behind the layers of boxers and slacks, desperate to be sheathed within your silken walls. and in response, you clench around nagi’s tip through your thin cotton panties almost as if you’re coaxing him into making love to you. right here, right now. each time he drags his hips back and forth, slow and steady, against you, your thighs tighten their grip around his waist and your body twitches to life in seishiro’s hold. his chubby erection, leaky and hard, slides through your panty clad folds at your sensual bump and grind, only adding to your exertion.

“‘m gonna keep you as mine...” blood rushes through seishiro’s ears and shoots through the rest of his lean body, carrying adrenaline and lust hormones via the red blood cells teaming under the surface of his skin. he needs you, he can hear how much you need him too. it’s evident in the way you gasp and mewl out for him — your own body following your fiancé’s lead.

“uh huh, wanna be yours…” the tail end of your words fall away into a whistle tone whine, layering over the sound of a clinking belt and shuffling dress pants which give nagi the room to pull his girthy cock out.

he noses his way up the side of your face, breathing growing erratic and unstable against your ear as he positions himself at your quivering entrance — sliding into you with very little resistance. “ngh…so t-tight, angel. can’t…can’t wait t’be the only one who gets to fuck you open for the rest of our lives.” seishiro sighs dreamily. his hips jut upwards, filling you up with his milky cock in one swift movement. you stretch around him deliciously, walls rippling around him to accommodate for his size — despite having been taken like this many times before. “don’t…don’t clench down on me like that. s’not fair, you’re gonna milk me ‘n we’ve barely fuck started.”

the white haired player stutters with both his words and his hips — struggling to set a steady rhythm to the way he grinds into you. like that of a wet dog slipping into his rut. sometimes nagi thinks he’s being selfish, snapping a girl like you up and making you his for the keeping…but it’s times like this — where your cunt squeezes down on his seedy cockhead every time it pulls out of you — that nagi is reminded of his ego. the selfishness that’s been born into him with every play on the field and every precise, lax movement he makes to help you reach cloud nine.

he can’t stop running his mouth, lustful and debauched gibberish slipping and sliding over his wet tongue as he builds up the momentum behind the forceful juts of his hips into yours. “unless that’s what you want, yeah pretty girl?” seishiro continues to grunt even when the length of his creamy cock slips out of you, running through your puffy folds. “f’me to knock you up… make you take all of my cum.” your dainty fingers reach down between the slow rolls of your body to push him back in, sending a shudder down your fiancé’s spine.

no matter how many times you touch him, fuck him, love him… he will never get used to having you wrapped around him like this. dripping so sweetly down his heavy balls. “make you even warmer in here… s’warm and wet all for me. ‘m so lucky. you’re so good.”

a symphony of wet slaps from skin on skin echo throughout the hallway of your apartment — for every slothful plunge of nagi’s sloppy, seedy dick against your gooey and sensitive insides reverberates in the heated buzzing between your heated and temperate bodies. nagi, and all 190cm of him, curls over you protectively — lips tacked to yours as he chases your sluice, salacious pussy for more than you can give him. an impossible closeness that he craves now that you’ve agreed to marry him.

it’s ungodly how much control you and the ring on your finger have over him — reducing the mighty, notoriously undefeatable striker to a drenched, sweaty and sex-driven mess. “i want you inside…” pressing his forehead to your own weakly, nagi’s white hair sticks to your skin and his hot, heaving breath coasts over your cherry-bitten cupid’s bow as you speak — dampening the surface. “need you to cum inside, sei. m-make me yours…please!”

all the striker does is moan low and sexy in response, the husky sound sending thunder-strikes of dopamine across your loved-up brain. all he can think about is breeding you, stuffing you full with so much cum and so much of him that you can’t walk for days. impulsively his hips twitch upwards rapidly, so fast that your eyes disappear into the dark depths of your skull and nagi’s cockhead bears down on that needy, spongy little spot inside of you.

everything grows wetter, hotter and nastier. amidst your surprise from the uptick in your fiancé’s usually languid pace, your fingertips on your right hand sink into the broad expanse of his back while your left ( the one with the ring ) suddenly ensnares the colum of nagi’s throat — pulling him down so that your faves are only a breaths width apart. the cooler press of your engagement ban against his feverish skin only eggs him on, driving the pro soccer player to pursue the intoxicating squelch of your count around his thick base, a white mixture beginning to foam there from how vigorously you’re fucking each other.

nagi is loving and lazy, but greedy when it comes to you. he plans to be that way forever, if it means he can witness the look of delirium on your face whenever he has you fucked out like this. and you’re the same, a perfect match, bucking into him as though to match his strong pace — so that you both can see stars and reach new heights of insanity together.

you’re overwhelmed, the both of you are. senses being worked into overdrive from the way nagi’s cock shines each time he pulls out of your snugg, wet sex to the way that your needy gripes and laments harmonise into the night. “g-god angel, ‘m gonna cum…g’na let go inside’a you…fill you up,” seishiro rambles in warning, losing his rhythm and tripping over his words. he could cream your cunt right now, selfishly reach his high before yours — but nagi loves you; loves the feel of your diamond engagement ring cutting into his cheek when you move to cup his face through the final moments. “spread your legs a little more f’me, ‘m gonna touch you…”

so instead, he pulls back the hood your clit with the hand on the arm that keeps you steady against the wall, and burns the letters of his name into the puffy nub. “‘hmygod, s-sei!” you squeal at the new found pleasure, groping at your man as your head falls back against the wall. it begins to creak under the pressure of sex, tinging nagi’s skin a soft pink while his dick throbs in the warm hug of your addictive walls. “‘m close!”

“i-i know pretty thing, i know,” spreading the filthy mix of your arousals over your slit while he pumps in and out of you lewdly, nagi whimpers your name loud and proud. everything is so messy, so fucking raw, his shaft is doused in an opaque white that clings to the oretty blue veins spiralling around his cock while your mound seeps and weeps a wetness only he can bring out of you. “you gonna cum? you g’na cum f’me baby? drip d-down my cock…let me cum in you after?” the pitch of nagi’s moans rise in octave until they’re enough to rival your open-mouthed bleats.

“y-yes! please sei, p-please!” fat droplets of precum and your juices along between your bodies and crudely drip to the floor, and it’s not long before the tickle at the base of your spine becomes a bright spark — your orgasm breaking dawn first.

waves of your precious nectrar and liquid gold gush from your fluttering entrance before you even realise it — so fast it almost forces the white haired striker out of you. “y-yeah, yeah, yeah…fuck! that’s it angel, c-cum all over me…” nagi’s cock never relents, bullies it’s way through your blistering hot walls to nudge at your g-spot all throughout the ordeal while the world of colours flashes behind your eyes.

you’re such a good girl, you’ll be such a good wife — letting nagi use you and continue to canter into you until your rippling cunt push him over the edge into his own high. “c-cumming!” he gasps as if he’s taken a bullet to the chest, thrusting into you as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do — intent on keeping you bred and full. seishrio’s load pours into you like a never ending stream of thick white, warm and viscous as it coats your mound copiously. painting you in his claim.

he doesn’t budge even as you both fall back down to earth from your heavenly highs — making sure that not a drop of his cum is wasted on anything else except for you. a lazy giggle escapes you as your hand slinks down from nagi’s cheek to his plush lips, leaving a pink-ish (yet pain free) mark from your ring on his cheek.

“i love you, sei,” you whisper in tired amusement as he kisses the ring on your finger.

seishiro hums happily, squeezing your thighs in his hold. “i love you back, forever ‘n always, angel.”

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garoujo · 1 year

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YOU OPEN UP THE BLANKET FOR THEM — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, mikage reo.

♱ warnings — sfw, none! just some very cosy boys / note. snifle i was in grave need of something fluffy 4 comfort since it’s been a hard few days so this was wat i decided on <3

・✶ ｡ﾟNAGI SEISHIRO

you’re already so comfortable on the couch, wrapped up in the blanket nagi always buried himself in when you hear the door to your apartment close, followed by the slow drag of your boyfriends footsteps as he makes his way down the hallway. it doesn’t take long before you see the peak of his snowy bed head in the doorway, drowsy, lidded gaze blinking at you as a sleepy pout rests on his lips.

“sei, did you have a good practice?” you hum, singing out the little nickname that still makes his ears dust a little red before it’s drawing him closer.

“eh, so tired, pretty thing. ‘ts such a pain, just wanna stay in bed with you and play games.” his voice is already thick with sleep and you take the opportunity to make some room as he approaches. but before you can even consider lifting the blanket to let him in, you feel 190cm’s of muscle flop on top of you as he presses you into the cushions beneath you with a low whine.

“sei! you’re so heavy, move over!” you giggle, trying to push him off but you should know better than to try and move him when hes like this, his arms wrapping tight around your waist to keep you beneath him before he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck to smear sloppy, sleepy kisses along the skin.

“ah, but you’re sooo warm. no fair..” nagi’s voice trails off at the end as he lets your warmth blanket him, his breathing becoming softer as he hugs you closer — squeezing you like a wordless little request that you know all too well when your fingers come to smooth through his hair.

you can basically feel the way he melts into you, whimpering as he tries to push himself closer while his longer limbs get trapped in the fabric of the blanket beneath you both. but he’s warm and you can’t find it in yourself to complain when you feel his fingers trace messy little shapes into your skin.

“see, just wanna stay like this a lil longer.. moving would be such a pain.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI SAE

sae is quiet when he returns home to you, fatigue heavy in his muscles from a long day of practice as he pops his neck — sighing despite the gentle smile he still wears when he notices you on the couch waiting up for him. you’ve got a blanket wrapped over your shoulders and you send him a drowsy look before you’re smiling back.

“welcome home.” you breathe, it’s quiet and comforting and it’s accompanied by you lifting the side of the blanket draped over you as he takes a careful step into your space, letting the silence stretch out until he’s close enough to greet you with a chaste kiss against your temple.

“did you have a good day?” you ask again and sae gives you a soft look before he hums, sitting down onto the space beside you before he’s guiding your head down to rest in his lap.

“are you tired?” he finally asks, his tone low and smooth but it’s accompanied by the chaste swipe of his fingers along the apple of your cheek, urging you to look up at him when you shake your head in reply. it’s soothing, his touch as he lets you melt into him, curled up in the blanket that you’d offered him while his free hand tucks it under you.

“you’ll get cold like that.” sae clicks his tongue despite the fact it holds no real agitation when he looks at you — letting the corners of his lips turn up when you try to stifle your own smile as you hug yourself closer. but then he speaks again, squeezing gently at your cheek just so he can watch the way you pout and slap him away.

“tell me about your day.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI RIN

“what’re you doing?” rin asks from where he’s stood at the doorway to the living room, he’s still got a towel over his head from his shower — haphazardly drying his hair as he sends you a confused sort of look. you’re sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that’s draped over your head — making you barely visible under the heavy fabric apart from your now pouty features.

“it’s comfortable, you wanna join?” you grin, lifting the blanket and it’s amusing the way the dark haired striker grumbles before he clicks his tongue. he’s suddenly tearing his gaze away from you and mulling it over in his mind before he’s taking you up on the request — silently, like it’ll hide the way his ears seem to have tinted a little pink with your question.

it’s awkward at first, the way rin rests himself on the edge of the couch in the space next to you — he looks rigid and definitely not comfortable, but it’s endearing and a little cute seeing him like this. which is why you find yourself giggling before you speak, pulling a groan and a pretty frown from your boyfriend as he shoots you a look. “you can come closer, i won’t bite.”

“shutup, i don’t think you bite.. my hairs just wet.” he replies quickly, almost too fast before the end of his sentence breaks off into a mumble and he knows you’ve got him. but he sends you a wide-eyed, starry sort of look when your next movement brings your hands to the towel along his shoulders before you help dry it.

it’s gentle the way rin’s palm rests on your thigh, leaning into your touch as you dry off his dark hair — his cheeks are tinted a little pink and you can see the way he’s stealing glances at you before he’s finally easing, pushing closer to you as his fingers squeeze affectionately at your skin.

“thanks.”

・✶ ｡ﾟBACHIRA MEGURU

bachira’s already grinning when he makes his way into the bedroom, noticing you already comfy and nuzzled into the comforter over top of you as you send him a suspicious sort of look. “why are you smiling that?” you ask, pushing yourself up to furrow your brows at your boyfriend as he chuckles.

“jus’ happy to see my baby, m’kay? ‘s that so bad?” he sings, a sickly sweet little tone that almost has you playfully rolling your eyes when he sticks his tongue out at you. but you’re not immune to him, not at all — as you bring up the edge of the comforter, inviting him to finally crawl in beside you like you’ve been waiting for all night.

but bachira’s just as clingy as he is eager when he almost bounces into the bed beside you, his hands quick to grab at your waist before he’s pulling you close enough to be able to pepper your face in wet kisses. “awww, did you miss me that much, mhm? couldn’t wait to cuddle, huh? so cute.”

he’s such a tease as you try to push him away, giggling as he bathes you in ticklish presses of his lips and squeezes at the your waist until you’re wriggling into him. but he still sends you a giddy sort of grin when you finally surrender and let him pull you in for a tight little hug.

you’re both panting when bachira finally lets you breathe, sending you a smug sort of grin before he’s leaning in to press one last loud kiss against your lips, nuzzling into your chest a few moments later as his arms squeeze around you.

“knew it~ you only had to ask, baby. just wanted to hold you a little, that’s all.”

・✶ ｡ﾟMIKAGE REO

“you tired, bunny?” reo smirks from where hes tilting his head at you from the kitchen, swallowing back the rest of his protein shake as you lie curled up on the almost ridiculously sized couch hes got in the living room.

“i’m tired.” your voice is quiet, muffled from where your cheek is resting against the cushion and the blanket that’s so huge and fluffy it almost consumes you completely. you can basically feel the raise of your boyfriend’s brow when he breathes out a laugh, resting down his shaker bottle before hes drawing closer.

it’s almost instinct the way your eyes trail over to his figure, taking in the sight of him before you’re lifting up the edge of the blanket invitingly, and the gesture only seems to make reo’s smirk tug even wider as his lidded gaze drinks you up. “alright, i’ll allow it. how about i help you out with that?”

it’s careful the way he climbs in beside you before he’s taking your figure in his large hands, pulling you up until you’re resting pretty against his chest as one of his hands smooth down the length of your spine soothingly. you already feel like melting with the way his natural warmth consumes you, the only thing keeping you from dozing off completely being the light press of reo’s fingers under your chin to tilt your face towards his.

he’s close, close enough for his lips to already be ghosting your own when you look up — his gaze on yours as he continues the motions of his fingers across your skin. “how’s that, bunny? feel better?” his voice is low and smooth, and the sound almost makes your eyes flutter when he’s deliberately leaning closer, grazing his lips along yours as he breathes out another chuckle — his gaze dropping to your lips expectantly before they’re back on your own.

“good, right? better thank me.. yeah?”

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ilpianistasultetto · 6 months

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Cara Audrey,

Di tanto in tanto avrei voluto scriverti una lettera ma sapevo che per te capire le mie parole era una cosa impossibile. Tu eri piu' interessata ai gesti, ti lasciavi guidare dall'istinto, sapevi regalare compagnia e affetto, questo sapevi fare e lo facevi meravigliosamente bene. Era bello tenerti tra le braccia, stringere il tuo corpo morbido e profumato. Era bello uscire insieme, camminarti accanto e vedere tanta gente che ti guardava e faceva mille apprezzamenti. Per me sei stata come un'aliena venuta da un altro mondo per regalare attimi continui di grande felicita'. Ricordo come adesso quella prima volta che ti ho vista sulla porta di casa. Mi hai guardato con quei due occhioni neri meta' spaesati e meta' sorridenti, con quel musetto piccolo, tutta scodinzolante come solo chi e' riconoscente sa fare. Sei entrata, hai girato tutte le stanze e poi ti sei sdraiata su un tappeto, un modo originale per dire: "questa sara' casa mia, qui staro' bene". Spero che in tutti questi anni per te sia stato proprio cosi. Da parte mia posso solo dirti grazie per tutto cio' che hai saputo regalarmi. Grazie per tutte le volte che sei stata la mia ombra, per tutto l'amore che m'hai regalato stando in silenzio. Le parole tra noi non sono mai state necessarie, importanti, i gesti invece si, quelli erano importanti. Quel musetto posato sulla mia coscia, quella lingua sempre fuori a leccarmi la mano, quelle continue giravolte per dirmi che avevi bisogno di coccole o di qualche ghiottoneria che ti rendesse felice. Siamo stati amici, complici, sei stata una che m'ha fatto capire tante cose, mi hai regalato la consapevolezza di amare chi sa dare tanto senza chiedere niente in cambio. Adesso te ne sei andata sul ponte dell'arcobaleno, forse perche' avevi capito che quello che hai regalato non verra' dimenticato. Ecco, oggi quella lettera te la posso scrivere. Posso scriverla per dirti grazie di tutto, cagnolina mia.

@ilpianistasultetto

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s-a-f-e-w-o-r-d--2 · 6 months

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E fu così che dopo ogni sessione cominciai a tenere un diario... Ci scrivevo tutte le emozioni che avevo provato, descrivevo con minuziosi particolari come eri vestito, che profumo portavi... Ogni minima espressione del tuo volto, ogni piccola ruga nuova che compariva sulla tua pelle... di come si aggrottava la tua fronte ad ogni mio lamento di dolore... Di tutte quelle parole che mi sussurravi all'orecchio... E di tutte le cose che sentivi, ma di cui non mi parlavi... Di tutti gli spigoli che pian piano ti smussavo... Di come i tuoi gesti diventavano man mano più lenti e docili... Di come la foga che avevi i primi tempi lasciava il posto alla più totale calma... Di come godevi dei momenti con me... Di quando era tutto finito ed io appoggiavo la mia testa sul tuo petto o sulle tue gambe... E di come tu mi scostavi i capelli per darmi un bacio in fronte... Questo diario sarà il mio regalo per te... E te lo donerò avvolto in una corda di canapa, di quelle che ami tanto... Di quelle con cui da mesi mi avvolgi e mi leghi cosi stretta... Forse perché ti sei accorto di quanto mi batte forte il cuore quando ti guardo... Per lo stesso motivo che mi bendi gli occhi... Non vuoi che ti scavino dentro... Non sopporti il mio sguardo che ti brama... Bhe... te lo darò sotto la pioggia, così non ti vergognerai se ti scapperà una lacrima... Te lo donerò quando finalmente capirai che io e te, il Padrone e la schiava, non sono più in due ma sono diventati un magnifico Noi... Sempre e per sempre Noi... Un cuore che batte al unisono per l'eternità. 🖤

~ Virginia ~

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abellaheart-blog · 1 year

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Leone Abbacchio x Reader

Getting Overstimulated And Passing Out After Their Partner Riding Them 🔞NSFW

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If you're interested in being a part of my taglist here's a link. This was requested from a friend. Normally I don't write nsfw for Abbacchio but I don't mind writing this for her. Hope you enjoy this gurl 💕

Warning: Creampies, various positions, and explicit sexual content ahead.

Abbacchio laid on his bed naked with a big smug expression on his face as he watched you riding him. Your reverse cowgirl position allowed him to get a good view of your back side. Your sweaty curves looked so sexy to him and he couldn't resist helping you by holding your hips with his rough hands. He liked pinching your thighs or butt to encourage you. He left hand prints on your skin much to his delight. You moaned with each bounce on his lap. His muscular thighs being a contrast to your soft skin. He was a bit curved so you felt as though you're on cloud nine when you sunk him back into you.

He would groan your name when you'd clench him. He felt his head digging into the mattress as he felt you pleasuring yourself on top of him. Seeing you so eager to ride him made him feel so desired so erotic. He's flattered you of all people admire him so. He felt love drunk from the amount of times you've ridden him. When you sunk back down onto him and paused your movement he knew what was coming next. He could feel it. He looks over to you, noticing how you close your eyes in delight.

"Fuck, my sexy dark angel. You feel amazing."

Tiredly you sat but Abbacchio wasn't done so he sits up hoisting you up. You lay against his large chest as he grinds up into you. He's strong so he easily picks you up no matter your size. His pace is fast, hoping to hear more of your moans. He closes his eyes with a smug expression yet again at your filthy words leaving your mouth.

Abbacchio is certainly a rough lover but it was always worth it. He knew all your pleasure spots. His intense love making always left you sore. It wasn't long until he paused his movements after the last time he sunk you back onto him. You twitched in his arms as he groaned out several curses.

He laid back in the pillows spent. You could tell he was exhausted. You felt another round in you as you gave your man a smile that normally earned you a smile from him. He wasn't sure what you were up to until he realized the position you're doing. Facing him you ignore his angry eyes knowing he wants this as much as you do. He's a tsundere but he's bad at hiding it around you. His smirk and excited golden eyes was all you needed.

He watched with breathless pants as you continued. He was too tired to make a move but he could care less with how good you felt. You rarely had the energy to get Abbacchio to this point but you felt thankful you could tonight.

"Empress you're so good.." He drawled.

You giggle loving the expressions he made. Your pace quickened hoping you could hear his deeps moans too. His hair felt frizzy and messy. He's sure his lipstick is smeared too from all the kisses and bites given to you. He's a mess but to you he looks so sexy.

Abbacchio was sure he wouldn't last long. Tears of overstimulation reach the corners of his eyes ruining his mascara and eyeliner. He clenched his jaw doing his best to hold back a bit more but it was no use. His body was sensitive to all your movements. Soon you heard him cussing and praising you in Italian. His deep voice gave you shivers down your spine.

"Sei cosi dannatamente bravo, cazzo."

"Cazzo non so quanto ancora resisrero."

His filthy mouth caused you to continue with enthusiasm in your movements. Abbacchio couldn't stop cussing. You both felt sweaty but didn't care. Right now you both have one end goal in mind. He tiredly placed his hands back on your hips.

"Così sorprendente così felice."

"Sei così bella non fermarti."

His moans give your body goosebumps. You praise him as you finish up. Abbacchio didn't last much longer before filling you again. He sighed in utter bliss as he did so. Drool glistening down his Adams apple as he cussed.

You laid in his arms tiredly afterward. You wipe off the drool and smeared makeup from his face with a sheet. He sighed out with a smile looking over to you with his engaging golden eyes.

"Didn't think you had it in you, empress. You're so sexy I couldn't look away. I'm so spent right now."

"Me too caro. I had fun." You kiss him.

He doesn't let you pull away, kissing with passionate purple lips. You fell asleep on top of him shortly after.

#leone abbacchio x reader #abbacchio x reader #not sfw #female reader

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psiqotic · 1 month

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auguri. probabilmente saranno gli ultimi che ti farò, e proprio per questo voglio che non siano scontati. io voglio proprio farti un augurio, anzi, più di uno. ti auguro di brillare e di diventare ciò che desideri. ti auguro le cose migliori del mondo, che tu possa riconoscerle e prenderle sempre. sei e sarai una grande donna, una grande mamma, una grande moglie. che tu possa colmare quei vuoti che ti porti dentro, e che tu possa sempre vedere il sole anche quando è nascosto dalle nuvole. chiudo cosi, come sempre, augurandoti ogni bene. buon viaggio.

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elperegrinodedios · 4 months

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Chi ti vuole, chi ti desidera e chi ti ama davvero, non vorrà mai cambiarti. Non vorrà mai imporsi a tutti i costi, rispetterà la tua libertà. Egli come Dio ti vorrà cosi come sei e vorrà l'originale non la copia.

lan ✍️

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kon-igi · 8 months

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DA GRANDI POTERI DERIVANO GRANDI FRAINTENDIMENTI

Post ad alto tenore nerd.

Ieri @nusta ha rebloggato un pool in cui si chiedeva quale superpotere avresti desiderato avere e subito sono tornato indietro di una trentina d'anni ai tempi in cui con @salfadog e gli altri sociopatici discutevamo notti intere sulle caratteristiche e le inaspettate implicazioni di avere determinati superpoteri.

Come puoi scegliere un superpotere se non è ben specificato come funziona?!

Il pool comprendeva le seguenti mutazioni e dal momento che i vostri testicoli mi sembrano ben saldi, mi appresterò a farveli vacillare e poi rotolare sul pavimento:

Invisibilità

Telecinesi

Teletrasporto

Lettura della mente

Superforza

Mutaforma

Volo

Cura

Supervelocità

Precognizione

Invisibilità

Che cosa si intende esattamente per invisibilità? La completa trasparenza del proprio corpo oppure l'invisibilità neuropercettiva? Nel primo caso mi auguro che sia a comando sennò che vita di merda a scansare le macchine (e comunque saresti sempre visibile a sensori di calore o di movimento ambientale), se invece si parla di invisibilità neuropercettiva (sei visto ma il cervello non elabora la visione) dipende dal raggio del potere e se questo funziona anche per visione a distanza con dispositivi elettronici (se visto su uno schermo ma ignorato)

Telecinesi

Molto semplicemente: qual è il tuo raggio di controllo e quanto puoi sollevare? Puoi agire solo su oggetti a vista ed entro certe dimensioni/peso oppure anche su oggetti visti su schermo? La forza di sollevamento è variabile proporzionalmente alla volontà?

Teletrasporto

Ok, questa è difficile. Devi poter vedere il punto in cui ti teleporti? Basta conoscerne le coordinate o conservarne memoria? Esiste un meccansimo automatico di fuga qualora ti teleportassi in un punto in cui c'è un oggetto? Nel caso non esistesse, ti fondi con l'oggetto oppure chi ha resistenza inferiore riceve un danno? Puoi teleportare oggetti e persone? Le devi toccare o devono essere in un certo raggio da te? Qual è il limite o il raggio di azione?

Lettura della mente

Funziona a comando oppure 'ascolti' sempre? Riesci a filtrare i pensieri di fondo delle persone? Qual è il tuo raggio di 'ascolto'? Ascolti solo i pensieri coscienti oppure puoi scavare nei ricordi?

Superforza

Qua bisogna ancora scomodare la fisica e non ci sono domande ma solo constatazioni. La superforza non può essere cosi super. Ammesso che la la struttura muscolo-scheletrica e cutanea del soggetto riesca a sopportare la pressione del sollevamento di parecchie tonnellate, l'ambiente circostante non lo è! Se tu afferri e sollevi un blocco di cemento enorme i casi sono due: o le tue mani sbriciolano il blocco nel punto di presa o il peso fa penetrare i tuoi piedi nel terreno. Tertium non datur.

Mutaforma

Ti puoi trasformare in qualsiasi cosa o solo in esseri viventi? Devi toccare il soggetto (tipo 'copiare' il dna/struttura molecolare) o vederlo oppure puoi plasmarti a piacimento con la volontà? E' un'illusione oppure hai le caratteristiche biologiche del soggetto copiato? Dove va la differenza di massa?

Volo

Nessuna domanda, tranne per ciò che concerne la velocità ma vi invito a riflettere cosa significhi volare veloci senza adeguate protezioni contro l'attrito dell'aria e le basse temperature in quota.

Cura (healing, nell'originale)

Qua ho qualche dubbio se si riferisca a una rigenerazione di se stessi tipo Wolverine o alla cura delle ferite/malattie di un altro soggetto.

In ogni caso, anche qua dipende dalla velocità di risanamento e a che livello agisce il potere... mi spiego: non esiste uno stato 'sano' di un soggetto al quale 'ritornare' grazie a questo potere. Se questi non può essere indirizzato a una lesione specifica, quale sarebbe lo stato 'sano' originale? Viene curata anche l'artrosi o la flaccidità dei muscoli dovuta alla sedentarietà? L'invecchiamento cellulare? Questo potere ringiovanisce o, se funzionante solo su se stessi, non ti fa invecchiare o ammalare? Sei immortale?

Supervelocità

Vale lo stesso discorso del volo: quanto vai veloce? Il potere ti conferisce protezione all'attrito dell'aria e alla collisione con oggetti?

Precognizione

Quanto tempo prima 'vedi' le cose e come le vedi? Tipo senso di ragno che ti avverte di un generico pericolo imminente oppure dei flash con immagini dettagliate sul futuro? Riesci a capire oppure vanno interpretate? Puoi cambiare il corso degli eventi o solo vedere come obbligatoriamente andrà e correre ai ripari?

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Un aggiunta finale, per essere 'scientificamente accettabili' di solito alcuni di questi poteri 'consumano' energia fisica che può essere giustificata con un maggiore introito calorico o più semplicemente con lo stratagemma grazie al quale si fa attingere il soggetto a un'energia 'cosmica' non meglio definita.

E io comunque scelgo healing, confidando che possa curare sia me stesso che gli altri.

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francesca-70 · 3 months

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DOVE VA A FINIRE L’ amore QUANDO FINISCE?

- Come faccio - mi chiese -

A lasciarlo andare ? Non vederlo piu’, non sapere piu’ niente di lui .

- perché devi figlia- rispose la curandera guardando verso l’antica quercia .

- vedi , nulla davvero ci appartiene ma chi abbiamo amato ha mescolato con noi il suo corpo astrale .

- che significa?

- che vi siete intrecciati come i rami dell’edera , ma non nel corpo , quello e’ momentaneo, nello spirito .

- ma a me non basta .

Sto male , voglio ancora vederlo e toccarlo e parlargli .

Non ce la faccio .

- non ce la devi fare - rispose sorridendo la donna di cui nessuno conosceva l’ eta’ .

- non ce la devi fare perché non sei tu a decidere : l’amore improvvisamente e senza merito arriva , come un canto di uccelli a mezzanotte .

E cosi’improvvisamente e senza motivo se ne va .

Ma non finisce mai.

Continua in quest’ altra dimensione .

- quale dimensione ?

Chiede la ragazza soffiandosi il naso avvolto dalle lacrime .

- la dimensione dell’invisibile. Dove vivono i maestri, i sacri spiriti, gli esseri di luce e le forze superiori .

I vostri spiriti congiunti e intrecciati salgono su fino a li , fino a diventare impercettibili e tuttavia continuano a vivere .

Vedi cara : l’umano non accetta che cio’ che può vedere e’ pari a un granello di sabbia a confronto dell’oceano.

- sto iniziando a capire ma fa ancora male .

- lo so bambina .

Non scacciare il demone del dolore : ogni volta che il cuore si spacca, si allarga un po’ di piu’ ma solo se lo lasci fare.

Se respingi, fingi , rigetti indietro, ti stordisci con le frivolezze , ritornera’ piu’ forte e ti chiudera’ il cuore .

E un cuore chiuso, e’ cio’ che di peggio puoi dare al mondo .

- gia’ in passato , Signora ho chiuso il mio cuore per non soffrire piu’ ed e’ stato sempre peggio !

- certo! Dimorare nelle tenebre e nella paura non e’ mai bene cara .

Non cercare di capire il dolore , lascia che ti travolga come un’onda, fatti lieve come piuma , lasciato attraversare come burro , ma se chiudi il cuore allora i demoni danzeranno sul tuo petto e ne’ gioia ne’ dolore toccheranno piu’ il tuo ventre .

E questo equivale a morire .

- si , ho capito .

Ho capito che essere forti significa stare 5 passi indietro.

Lo lascero’ andare ...

- domani sera , con la luna piena, da sola , vai in collina e pianta un ulivo .

Le sue foglie argentate saranno nutrite dalla tua leggerezza .

Qualcosa crescerà da questo strappo ma solo se lasci che la luce lo disinfetti .

E cosi sara’ per la pianta .

E la ragazza ando’ .

Con la luna calda di agosto a piantare il suo amore finito tra o cespugli di ginestra .

Scivolo’ dentro se’ per un po’

E la curendera non la perse mai di vista .

Da lontano, la vedeva con l’ occhio interiore e lei inviava ogni sera gli spiriti del bosco a vegliarle il sonno ...

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angelap3 · 13 days

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Ti criticheranno sempre, parleranno male di te e sarà difficile che incontri qualcuno al quale tu possa piacere cosi come sei! Quindi vivi, fai quello che ti dice il cuore, la vita è come un opera di teatro, che non ha prove iniziali: canta, balla, ridi e vivi intensamente ogni giorno della tua vita prima che l’opera finisca senza applausi…

Charlie Chaplin

(Londra, 16 aprile 1889 – Corsier-sur-Vevey, 25 dicembre 1977) attore, comico, regista, sceneggiatore, compositore e produttore

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catsloverword · 4 months

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Ma tu sei sposata?"

"No."

"Fidanzata?"

"No."

"Ti vedi con qualcuno?"

"No. "

"Ho capito, ti piacciono le donne!"

Alzo lo sguardo, solo per un istante, come lo stessi fulminando...

"Ma tu come mai sei cosi curioso di quello che succede alla mia vita? lavori per i servizi segreti e stai indagando su di me? Sono sessanta secondi che sei quì e mi bersagli di domande! Vuoi sapere perché io non abbia un uomo?"

È difficile, trovare un uomo che possa capire veramente cosa significhi l'amore, ed è difficile incontrare un uomo con valori concreti, gli uomini di una volta, quelli sexy, quelli eleganti, quelli di sani principi, quelli con una istruzione come la aveva mio nonno, ad esempio! Quella perspicacia, bastava uno sguardo per indovinare ogni piccolo pensiero, ogni piccolo intento, bastava uno sguardo per dirti "piccola con me sei al sicuro". Ho nostalgia della cavalleria, un gesto semplice, un uomo che apre la portiera dell'auto, che cede il passo dinnanzi ad una porta aperta, e che sia in grado di prendere l'iniziativa, come nelle classiche tradizioni fiabesche. Voglio innamorarmi di un uomo che sia così, che mi trasmetta tutte queste cose ... e voglio un uomo che mi faccia innamorare a tal punto che basti il suo sguardo, anche da un isolato, per farmi tremare. È così che voglio un uomo, così intenso che solo il pensiero di lui mi porti all'orgasmo.Ecco perché non sono fidanzata voglio un uomo pieno di colori, voglio un uomo uguale a me!....

Dal film "L'infinito colore dell'amore"

#libere associazioni #pensieri #parole #citazioni #l'amore che vorrei

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aurozmp · 1 year

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in questo periodo non può andare nulla storto. il lavoro sta andando bene, ho le mie soddisfazioni, ho un’amica che mi ama, ho riallacciato i rapporti con persone che pensavo avessi perso per sempre, ho dei progetti, dei sogni e delle ambizioni. sto facendo sport, mi sto migliorando per quello che posso, vado dal parrucchiere regolarmente e mi prendo cura di me. cerco di mangiare in modo regolare, evito di saltare i pasti e cerco di non mettere delle cose da fare durante le ore di pausa a lavoro. mi concedo i miei caffè, le mie sigarette e qualche drink ma senza esagerare. non ho più voglia di bere come prima, o meglio, ce l’ho ma non mi fa soffocare. i miei genitori non fanno più i segni con l’indelebile alle bottiglie di alcol in dispensa, non annusano i bicchieri nella lavastoviglie e non mi fanno fare più pipì in quei cosi odiosi per fare i test. sto bene. sto bene? io credo di stare bene? eppure c’è qualcosa, anche se insignificante, che mi dice di mollare, che mi dice che non ne vale la pena, che stavo meglio quando tornavo a casa ubriaca o quando mangiavo un pacco di biscotti dopo una settimana che non toccavo cibo per poi vomitarlo per i sensi di colpa. io mi ricordo di te Denise, quando andavamo all’U2 anziché andare a scuola e prendevamo la vodka da 4€ perché entrambe non potevamo permetterci qualcosa di meglio. bevevo ogni giorno, ormai tutto era una scusa per bere, tutto era diventato un pretesto per dire “ma se andiamo lì portiamo da bere?” e quando la risposta era un “no” secco, inevitabilmente dalla mia bocca usciva una falsissima frase che diceva “non me la sento oggi di uscire, facciamo un’altra volta, promesso”. la psichiatra mi ha sempre detto che tutto questo era dovuto alla mia bassa considerazione di me stessa, che non mi vedevo mai abbastanza per essere normale, per essere come tutte le altre persone della mia età. ricordo una sera, ero a letto e stavo al telefono quando all’improvviso ho sentito un vuoto. ho percepito una sensazione simile al cadere dalle scale, al petto che si staccava dal mio corpo e alla testa che nella sua leggerezza era diventata un macigno così pesante da doverla prendere tra le mani per reggerla. mia sorella si precipitò subito a letto e chiamò i miei genitori, poi vuoto più totale. mi ricordo solo mio padre in ambulanza che piangeva mentre parlava al telefono con la mamma, ho fatto dannare così tanto i miei genitori che ora non riesco a guardarli negli occhi senza provare vergogna. quindi ora io mi chiedo: sto bene? che risposta dovrei darmi? come faccio a sapere come sto? mi sembra solo di andare avanti per convenienza, di far finta che tutto quello che sia successo non sia vero, non ho metabolizzato ancora le sgridate di mia madre quando tornavo a momenti senza sensi o come mio padre non mi rivolgeva neanche la parola da quanta vergogna provava nei miei confronti. io devo accettare ciò che ho fatto ma non posso, perché so che quella parte di me non è morta e si può risvegliare da un momento all’altro. sono arrivata alla conclusione che dico di star bene per convincere me stessa di star dicendo la cosa giusta. se sei arrivato/a a leggere fin qui ti meriti un bacino e un abbraccio.

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